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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Index,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.