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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.