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 Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.