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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.