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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
UT,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.