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 France and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.