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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.