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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.