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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Mr. Review 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.