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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.