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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.