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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Q65,
Cluster,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.