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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.