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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.