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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.