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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.