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 Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Chrome,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.