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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.