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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.