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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.