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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.