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 Uzbekistan 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.