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 Somalia and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.