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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
MC5,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.