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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.