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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
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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.