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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.