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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.