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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Rapeman,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.