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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.