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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.