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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
CMW,
the Association,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.