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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Mars to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.