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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.