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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.