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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.