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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.