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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.