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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.