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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Wings,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.