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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.