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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Faust,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.