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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.