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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
UT,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.