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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Scientists,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.