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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Index,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.