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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.