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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.