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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.