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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.