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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.