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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.