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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.