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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.