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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.