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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MDC to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.