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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.