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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Alphaville,
DNA,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.