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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
DNA,
Cymande,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.