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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.