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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.