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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Magma,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.