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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
PIL,
Chrome,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.