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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.