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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Index,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.