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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.