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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.