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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Magma,
Skaos,
Nico,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.