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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.