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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.