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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.