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 India and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.