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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
The Standells,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.