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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.