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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.