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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Fear,
Liliput,
MDC,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Index,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.