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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.