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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.