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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Flipper,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.