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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Nico,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.