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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.