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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Selecter to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.