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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Wire,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.