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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.