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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.