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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.