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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.