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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.