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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.