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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.