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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fat Boys 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.