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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Seeds,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.