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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.