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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.