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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.