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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.