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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.