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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.