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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.