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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.