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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.