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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.