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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
The Index,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.