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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.