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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Visage,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Wire,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.