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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.