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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.