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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.