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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.