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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.