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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Associates,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Index,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.