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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.