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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Crime,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.