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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.