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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
cv313,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.