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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.