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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.