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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.