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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.