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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.