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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.