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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.