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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Roxette,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.