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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.