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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.