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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.