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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.