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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.