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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.