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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
The Move,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.