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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.