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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.