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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
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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.