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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.