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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.