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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.