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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.