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 San Marino 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Franke,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.