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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.