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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Scion,
Oneida,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.