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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.