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 Japan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.