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 China and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
cv313,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.