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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Index,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.