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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Japan,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.