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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Move,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.