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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Television,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.