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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Visage,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.