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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Smog,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.