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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
AZ,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.