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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Lalann,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.