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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.