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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.