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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.