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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.