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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.