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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.