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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.