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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.