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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.