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 Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
ABC,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.