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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.