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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.