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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.