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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Swans,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.