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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.