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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
ABBA,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Japan,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.