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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.