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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.