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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.