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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.