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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
cv313,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.