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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Fear,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.