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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.