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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.