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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Victims,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.