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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.