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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.