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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.