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 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.