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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.