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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.