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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.