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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.