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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.