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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.