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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.