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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.