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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.