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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.