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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.