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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.