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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.