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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.