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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.