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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Organ,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.