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 Kazakhstan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.