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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.