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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.