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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
The Gories,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.