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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
The Names,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.