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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
The Cure,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.