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 United States and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.