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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.