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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.