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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.