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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.