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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.