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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.