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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Evens to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
AZ,
UT,
The American Breed,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.