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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.