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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.