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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.