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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.