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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Fall,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.