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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.