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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Scion,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.