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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Television,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.