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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.