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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.