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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lyres 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 disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
MC5,
the Association,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.