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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.