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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.