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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.