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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
X-102,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.