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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.