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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.