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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.