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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.