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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.