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 Korea South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.