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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Can,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.