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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.