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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
UT,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.