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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.