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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.