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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Darondo,
Television,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.