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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.