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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.