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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.