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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
X-102,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
UT,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.