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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.