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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.