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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.