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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.