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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.