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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.