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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.