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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.