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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Faust,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.