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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Pole,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.