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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.