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 New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Index,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.