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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.