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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.