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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.