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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Brick,
World's Most,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.