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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.