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 Romania 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
JFA,
Franke,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.