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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.