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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.