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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.