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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.