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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.