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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.