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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.