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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.