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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.