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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.