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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.