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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.