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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.