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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.