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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.