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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.