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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.