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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.