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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.