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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.