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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Wire,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.