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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
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