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 Qatar and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.