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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.