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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.