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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.