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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.