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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.