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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.