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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.