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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.