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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.