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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.