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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.