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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.