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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.