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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.