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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Fear,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.