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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.