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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Can,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
The Fall,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.