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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.