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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.