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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Gong,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.