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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.