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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.