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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.