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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.