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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.