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 El Salvador 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.