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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.