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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.