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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.