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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.