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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.