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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.