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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.