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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Can,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.