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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.