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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.