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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.