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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.