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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.