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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
DNA,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.