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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.