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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.