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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.