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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.