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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.