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 East Timor and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.