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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.