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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.