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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
X-101,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.