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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.