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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.