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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
AZ,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.