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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.