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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
cv313,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.