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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.