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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.