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 Estonia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.