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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.