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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.