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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Franke,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.