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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Swans,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.