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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Mars,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.