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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.