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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.