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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.