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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.