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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Rakim,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.