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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.