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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Pole,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.