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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.