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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.