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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Remains,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.