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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.