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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.