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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.