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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Fear,
June Days,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.