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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
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.