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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Jandek,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.