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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.