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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.