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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.