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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.