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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.