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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.