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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.