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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.