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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Move,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.