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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Japan,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.