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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.