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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.