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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.