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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.