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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Symarip to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.