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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Television,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.