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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.