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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Neu!,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.