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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.