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 Chad and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.