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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.