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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.