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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.