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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
ABC,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.