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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.