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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.