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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.