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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.