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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the funk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Mars,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.