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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Faust 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.