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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.