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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.