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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Ossler,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.