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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.