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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.