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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.