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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.