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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.