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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Moebius,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.