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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Kinks to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.