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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.