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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.