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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.