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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.