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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.