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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.