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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.