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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.