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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.