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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.