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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Darondo,
Technova,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.