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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.