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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.