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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.