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 Romania and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.