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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.