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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.