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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.