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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.