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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.