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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.