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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 MDC to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.