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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.