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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.