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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.