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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.