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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
10cc,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.