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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.