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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.