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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.