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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Mars,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.