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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Index,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.