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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.