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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.