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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Litter 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Monks,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Hoover,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.