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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.