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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.