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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical 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.