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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.