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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.