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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.