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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
the Germs,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.