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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.