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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.