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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.