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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.