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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.