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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.