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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.