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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
The Names,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.