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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.