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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.