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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.