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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
MC5,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.