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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Can,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.