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 Guatemala 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.