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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.