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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.