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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.