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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.