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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.