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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.