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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.