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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.