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 Comoros and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.