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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Pole,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.