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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Wire to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.