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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.