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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.