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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.