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 France and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.