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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.