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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.