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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.