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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.