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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.