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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.