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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
The Names,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.