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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.