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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.