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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.