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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.