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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.