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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.