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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
JFA,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.