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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.