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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.