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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.