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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.