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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.