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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.