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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.