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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.