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 Syria 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.