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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.