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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.