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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.