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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.