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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.