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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Cluster,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.