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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.