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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.