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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.