Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.