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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
The Wake,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.