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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Brick,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.