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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.