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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
AZ,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.