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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.