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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.