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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.