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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.